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To my readers— May you find your inner villain, and a partner worth taming it for.
Most people marry for love—and most divorces happen within five years. Love is overrated. Life is meant to be filled with hobbies, like traveling, Netflix, and reading. When it comes to love, the book is always better.
“There’s nothing going on between us, I’m sorry!” “How would I know if you’re always telling men when it’s safe to text and when it isn’t? Maybe someday you’ll learn how to show me the same amount of respect I show you. I mean, are you the stupid one or am I?” I stare straight ahead at the road. “Who’s stupid, Jordana. You or me?” Does he really expect me to answer? This time he raises his voice louder. “Am I stupid for putting up with you?” “No,” I whisper, hunching in my seat. “So, you admit you’re the idiot. Glad you got that figured out. Start using your brain.” He shakes his head and
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The hate I have for Bryan Davenport is fierce
“Give me your phone.” “Why?” He grits his teeth. “Because I said so.” I hand it over; he already knows the password. He swipes and scrolls through my text messages, then wrinkles his nose when he doesn’t find anything. I don’t know what makes me say it . . . “Let me see your phone.” Bryan scoffs and shakes his head. “No.” “You get to look at my phone, why can’t I look at yours?” “Because I’m not the one doing shady shit. You are.” I roll my eyes, and he drops my phone in the gravel drive, picks up our suitcases, and carries them toward the house.
asshole
Rebellion brings out the hazel in my eyes.
This is gonna be fun
This place makes killer fucking muffins, and I wait all goddamn year for the pumpkin ones. Call me a basic white boy, I don’t give a fuck. You’d do the same if you knew how good they tasted.
“Fuck, I hate these.” Lonan groans, sinking into the cold water. “Try doing it with seven bars in your cock,” I growl, submerging. “Acts like a fuckin’ heatsink.” “Hard pass. How do you jack off with that shit? Your dick looks like Inspector Gadget.” “Very happily.” I love my ladder, and so do all the women that climb it. “Seriously?”
Maybe because my brain gets off on breaking pretty things. The thought of corrupting daddy’s ivy-league princess gets me hard. All that money spent on finishing school only to be finishing on my cock with a big smile on her face. I’m sick.
“Dog person. Cats don’t have eyebrows, and it freaks me out.”
“You’re weird.” “You’ll never unsee it.”
“I thought you were simply another womanizing douchebag at first—” “Oh, I am.” “Well, you better start working at it”—she scrunches up her nose—“because your nice-guy is showing.”
Dropping my gaze to his pierced, Pringle-can dick, I gasp like the wind has been knocked out of me.
I’m prepping dinner—thought I’d make shepherd’s pie—when Cam walks into the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and gray sweatpants, which outline his cock perfectly—it has to be intentional. The sweatpants aren’t what kills me. It’s when he sidles up next to me and flips his baseball cap backward to help with food prep. I’m an absolute slut for a backward ballcap. I press my lips together and close my eyes, gathering my strength. We stand in uncomfortable silence, save for the chopping of our knives.
I spit on his length and slide my lips over him. He smiles. “Be my messy girl.”
“God, I love corrupting you. You’re such a pretty little thing all flushed and flustered.
I’ve never wanted to ruin and resurrect something more.
“You’re stronger than you think. Show me how good it feels.” A smile shoots across my face when her eyes fully focus on me. She’s been in such a fucked-up relationship for so long, she doesn’t yet know her own strength. When she rises like a phoenix from that pile of ash, she’ll be a force to be reckoned with, and I’ll be here waiting to tame her when she’s ready.
“That’s my perfect fucking girl.”
I was wrong. Fuck variety.
My villain era is well underway.
Camden opened so many new doors last night but made sure I entered by my own volition. Whereas, Bryan shoved me inside and locked it.
“You can call me all the names you want, talk to whoever you want, but at the end of the night, we leave together. I leave with you. You leave with me.”
“I’m an enforcer. That’s my job. It’s my job to protect my team on or off the ice.”
“I don’t want to worry about what happens when I’m not around. I need someone who will kneel at my feet and let everyone know I’m theirs. I need to be their one and only. I’m finally in a good place. I can’t give up my heart for something you want to try out. Especially not with you. You’re my closest friend. It’s too risky.”
Camden has introduced me to my villain era, and I’ve never felt more in control than when I’m planning chaos.
“I’m not going to be some quiet girlfriend on the side that other women think they can step over to get to you. I don’t want to be yours behind closed doors. I’m not a delicate princess—I’m a fucking queen. If you want me, that’s how you’re going to treat me. Leave your ego at the door, I want everyone to know that you kneel at my feet.” I cross my arms, waiting for his response, and mentally pat myself on the back for demanding my worth. “Yes, Your Highness.” His grin spreads across his face until he’s beaming at me. “I’m so goddamn proud of you.”
“Because I kneel for you.” A smile spreads across his face, and I swear I melt into a puddle. “You wanted people to see this side of me, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m leaving my ego at the door. You are my queen, and I will kneel for you every day. You aren’t a quiet girlfriend on the side, you’re center ice.”
